Photograph courtesy of Eric Young
Driving in my car, I hear
a favorite song from yesteryear.
Its melody and lyric rhyme
transport me to a place in time
that comes to life again!
Emotions that I felt back then
resurface powerfully.
And I begin to see
how four dimensionality
excludes from this reality
that tender part of me,
delicate as filigree,
that’s woven through my current self.
Unlike the photo on a shelf
that’s in a nearby room,
that fragile flower’s still in bloom.
Her essence comes along with me
far beyond a boundary
that’s set by time and space.
Though lines of wisdom mark my face,
her light still shines through my eyes.
For suffering cannot excise
a facet of immortal Soul
nor fragments of the Whole!
Music e’er reminds me so.
Great Spirit’s Truths, within it, flow.